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h when the heavy brass revolving doors

ating pure, unadulterated fury. Behind him poured over a dozen of his most elite Soldiers, their long black overcoat

er. He leaned in, whispering frantically into my uncle's ear, his face a m

passed Julian entirely, his heavy boots echoing like gunshots in the dead silent lobby. He ignored the

Colt pistol onto the marble conci

crystal chandeliers. "Give me back my niece, or I swe

y corner. A bloodbath-a full-scale Vendetta-was seconds away. The nightmare of my past

to sto

men, spreading my arms wide. "Uncle Hector, stop! It's not what you t

ull me behind him. But as he did, his sharp eyes locked onto t

ighteous anger morphed into

with a lethal rage. "Tesoro mio (My treasure),

t a mark of torture; it was the brand Damien had sucked into my skin hours ago in the throes of his possessive rage. But t

ing pathetic even to my own ears. My attempt t

ommanded, his grip on my arm tighte

e step, a massive force cla

placed by a terrifying, explosive violence. He thought I was leaving. He thought my earlier submissio

gainst my ear. I could feel the rigid, coiled tension in his massive body. He didn't even look at

forward from

amien would slaughter my uncle, and the fragile t

spun around to face the Underboss. I flipped my hand, intertwining my fingers wit

his turbulent, paranoid blue eyes

inging clear and steady over the tension. "Wit

ock. He stared down at our intertwined hands, his thumb instinctively brushing over my knuckles. He didn't release me, but the

zor-thin truce

ttered by the one man who

imposing frame. His handsome face was twisted wit

sed devotion. "Come with me. Our engagement still stands. The Barron family will give you everything a woman could